I want to write. I love to write. I don’t know how to write.

Each morning I find myself sat at my desk with a pen and a blank page open in my notebook. I can sit there for hours but I never seem to be able to put a single word down on the page.
I dream of writing. I dream that I have the ability to get my thoughts out of my head and onto paper. Maybe one day I’ll get there. For now I suppose I should keep trying.